Blood Tests

[poliphilo]

It was misty first thing. We got up around seven, had breakfast, and reached the Integrated Care Centre (the big new tower next to the bus station)  before things got busy.  A screen in the corner of the waiting room played cartoons with the sound turned off.  I watched Goofy negotiate the morning rush hour and Inspector Clouseau being teased by The Pink Panther. There was a lot of binging and bonging- the sound of machines (the lift, the automated front door) doing their thing, then bragging about it.

A notice- which looked like a fixture- said, waiting time- one hour. It didn't mean it- but I suppose they have it there to cover their backs. The baby in the carry cot which arrived after us was seen ahead of us, but that's fair enough. I suppose we were sitting for about ten minutes. 

While the nurse filled her four colour-coded tubes with Ailz's blood I turned sideways in my chair and studied the bits and pieces she had pasted to the back of the door. There were cut-outs of Spiderman, a game where you count animals- from one ape to ten jellyfish- and a set of rhymes- including this one- which I remember from when my kids were small-

When all the cows are sleeping
And the sun has gone to bed
Up popped a scarecrow
And this is what he said,
"I'm a dingle-dangle scarecrow
With a flippy-floopy hat.
I can wave my hands like this.
I can shake my feet like that."

Comments

[huskyteer.livejournal.com]

Gosh, I'd forgotten all about that rhyme! I've always found it rather sinister.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

It is, isn't it!

Scarecrows are scary. Do you remember Dr Syn?